but now it's not the same when i hear your voice half way across the country I have got responsibilities you have got them too I'm trying but what am I supposed to do every time i drift off in your blue eyes thinking about the angels voice on the phone I get that sinking feeling I'm never going home sometimes I let myself get so down I can barely hold my head up to say I'm alive and well and I'm coming home someday I'm on the outside looking in at what you said to me your words soft spoken in dream another night I saw your face you smiled at me just an illusion it may seem...
and there's so much more to fear but i know it will be over someday everytime i think about your soft smile dreaming about the girl i needed to see sometimes i myself be afraid if the next days going to fall then i tell myself it's okay and then looking in at what you said to me your soft spoken in a dream another night alone I saw your face just an illusion it may seem... More from The Mad Caddies